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Kato |
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Kato was a
special cat Who liked to play and pounce, Until one day when he tipped his hat And his life was to be renounced. Liquid oozed around his lungs Squeezing them very small, And yet he was still on the bottom rungs Of life's ladder that grew so tall. He wouldn't eat He wouldn't play, He wouldn't sleep Until that fateful day. We took him to the vet Who had a needle very long, He told us not to fret, It would help our cat be strong, And in the back room out of sight Our poor Kato was laid to rest, I knew it was the end; it was his right But I must confess, I miss that cat Without him life isn't complete, So it's to him I'll tip my hat, Whose life no one could beat. |
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